I hated
winter. And today was only the first day. I rushed through the
downpour, my raincoat trapping in too much heat. Unzipping it, my
face felt flushed. The streets filled with crowds in the dusky light.
I pulled out my phone to check the time. Only 4:15 in the afternoon.

I ran for the
bus, an express which would get me home on time, the doors slapped
shut and it pulled away. I’d missed it by half a block. Damn.
Stomping my foot, only succeeded in splashing cold water up my pant's
legs. Still, I stomped again, wishing I had a life. The universe
didn’t seem to feel I needed one. I disagreed.